For a fleeting moment last August, David Levin’s two worlds collided head-on. Sirens blared through an Israeli street on which Levin and his brother Mike were playing.

War had interrupted a bit of hockey knowledge being bestowed on Mike by his older sibling. The startled brothers, six years apart in age, immediately postponed the lesson and hustled into the basement of their house, out of harm’s way.

“You can hear the bomb,” said Levin, recalling the scene on Monday in the comfort of his relatives’ North York home.